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whispers of the fall
I was made for this: eternity. I can’t define it — it slips through my fingers like morning mist when I dare try — but I can feel it. I feel it down deep within the place where knowing settles sure and solid. From the first beat of my fresh-sculpted heart, this longing sparked to life. The moment my eyes fluttered open at the dawn of my awakening, I knew. I was made for this! Carved from the side of Man, himself formed from dust and God-breath, I breathe in the lingering scent of Divine that hangs heavy on the air. I cannot sit still; I am poised here on the…
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From Barrenness to Birth
I feel a deep affinity for the barren women Scripture holds up to the light. While their childless state was obvious to all, the weight of unmet longing in their hearts could be fully shared by no one. Surely they tried to be content, knowing themselves to be loved by their husbands, cherished by their God … or believing themselves to be, if not quite feeling it. What they felt instead was surely inadequacy, unworthiness, an inability to participate successfully in this vital female role. After all, their value in society was determined by their ability to bear children. Without an understanding of biological processes such as we have today,…
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A Parable of Hope & Healing
“Lord, Your Bride, the one You love, is sick.” The sisters Grace and Truth had urged the messenger forward; hastening to the Master’s side, he gasped out the devastating news. Lord, the one You love is sick! The Master did not appear startled or shocked by the news; He well knew the condition of His Beloved. He had seen her struggles, her angst. He watched as she had scorned her purity, prostituting herself to attract the World. He witnessed her growing bitterness, felt the full force of her betrayal; He absorbed the sting as she turned her back on Him to chase after the wind. “This sickness will not end in death,” He…
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Hold on to Hope
Hope deferred makes the heart sick. Holy longing … suspended … strips the life from our hearts. Promises … doubted … drain our strength. Hopelessness … embraced … gives birth to death. When you give up desiring the distant country because you’ve been too long in exile … When every choice you’ve made for far too long has been the wrong one … When you’re worn out from fighting and don’t remember the reason for the battle … Hope deferred … put off … wasted … extinguished … … drives us to destruction. So what is the opposite? Hope…
